Tag: selflove

"The efforts and time invested were all crushed and thrown away like a sheet of paper gets crumpled up and put in a garbage bin. Blames were stamped on the envelope of my body. The make up painted on the flawsome face washed away when the tears trailed down, from the eyes which were full... Continue Reading →

"Shoving out stones; some big and some small; out of the dark, deep, dirty pit; willing not to hurt the one little cactus growing in the corner. Pushing hard to suck the moisture from the soil, the cactus grew the thorns. The baby succulent worked hard in the bright but prickly sunlight, to consume the... Continue Reading →

"Locking my fist with her's, we started walking with our feets moving in sync, messed up hairs tied up in a bun which could come off any time and let the brown silky locks extend to our backs. Sharing ear cords and moving on the beat, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I had no idea... Continue Reading →

"Everyone out there was meeting friends and having parties together, where as, I was spending time with my mom, sitting in the park, at 5 in the morning, talking about nothing else but life. I guess these are the little things that matter the most, don't they? A year later, we'd be studying for the... Continue Reading →

"Come sit with me on the roof under the beautiful night sky where the cool breeze kisses our cheeks and the stars shines brighter just for us. Let's talk about the aliens and make up some weird flavors of ice-cream. Keeping the world aside, forgetting the worries and blocking away the pressure. Debating on a... Continue Reading →

"Growing up as a teenager in the 21st century is not the same as it was before. Everything has changed with the passing time, even the ways of living and loving. We have met people who made us feel the most alive to the one's who made us jealous and even feel bad about ourselves.... Continue Reading →

"As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying naked on a terrace. I wanted something to cover my body, to hide my flaws and the extra fat I have. The tears were falling down from my eyes, leaving my cheeks wet. My hairs were soaked and water was still dripping from the ends, making... Continue Reading →

You don't think about "seeing the positive side" or "reaching out for help", when the thought of slitting your wrist comes in mind. The feeling makes you want to drown in your own blood and just lose your own breath. No longer does it matter that how many people love or care about you, because... Continue Reading →